Denise had started to drive away when Roy heard a commotion from the back of the SUV. A nymph, already four feet tall and growing, was trying to crawl...over the back seat."What's going on?" Roy asked.His initial response was a chorus of musical laughter that sounded like tiny bells from the miniature nymphs. The growing nymph somersaulted over the seat and rolled to her feet. She was four and a half feet tall now and starting to develop some curves. "The nymph who initially considered the your. We wanted to make sure that the people who made other peoples’ lives miserable did get what they deserved and that innocents dragged into their schemes were also treated fairly.We both hoped that our new abilities would help us achieve these outcomes.It was not a pretty sight.Low gravity and no atmosphere make for a very large mess when a person or item is blown up. Some of the stuff even ends up in space for a long time. The surface of the Moon caused other issues. For one, it’s bloody dusty. “What in the blue fuck are you doing?” A man dressed in resplendent officer’s armor stepped into view, his masked helm making him look as intimidating as his voice sounded. Another man wearing similar armor strode alongside him, his faceplate also down, his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I’m—" the mage started, but never finished. “You’re wasting valuable time and resources!” the officer yelled. “Harassing common folk when you and your men should be on the top floors with everyone else! Do you. "So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or just create one of their own altogether!"I won't say it a.